And if I gave in and plundered her sweet pussy, what would happen then? She deserved a man who could take care of her. She deserved to be spoiled. I couldn’t do that on a lumberjack’s wage.
All I could do was provide her with this tiny little cabin shoved on the side of the mountain.
What kind of life would that be for her?
Naw. That sweet princess needed to find an educated man in Fernwood. Someone who wore suits and had a fat bank account. That’s who she deserved. A man who would pay for her fancy manicures and haircuts.
Even as I thought it, I wondered if it was true.
Cassidy didn’t seemthatpampered. Her nails were trimmed short with no polish on them, and her house, what I’d seen of it, had been decorated from cast-offs, a hundred different styles blended together. She was actually used to doing without.
But damn it, that didn’t mean she didn’t deserve more.
I heard movement behind me and my whole body went rigid.
The internal fight waging inside me stopped as I turned to stare at her.
Cassidy padded into the kitchen, wearing that nightgown I’d only seen on her first night here.
The one that was cutwaytoo low, showing off the swell of her breasts.
She had a pout on her lips I’d never seen before, and her posture was stiff and straight, pushing those gorgeous tits out at me.
Was shetryingto make me lose control?
If so, she was doing a good job.
I hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about it until right now, when her eyes traced over my bare chest before darting away.
But now I wished I had because I could feel my dick stirring in place. The last thing I needed was to show off some morning wood.
“Morning,” she said softly, as if the word was on her mind.
“Morning,” I grumbled back.
Silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. I poured coffee into two mugs, hyperaware of her presence behind me.
When I turned to hand her one, I caught her watching me. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked away quickly.
But not before I saw something in her eyes. Something almost defiant. Like she was daring me to finish what I’d started last night.
My cock twitched in my pajama bottoms.
Down, boy.
I really liked this woman. I didn’t want to scare her off by being the rough, uncivilized bastard I actually was.
When I did have a woman—which was a rather rare occurrence—it was usually after I couldn’t stand it any longer, the need inside of me too strong to go without.
And typically it happened against the back wall outside the Bear Den bar, or bent over the tailgate of my pickup truck on some small forested dirt road that hardly ever got traffic.
But a woman… inmybed? Inmyhouse?
That was an alien concept.
I didn’t know how to… make love.
And that’s what she deserved. Someone gentle and soft, who could woo her sweet body into a song. I was like the poundingbeats of a heavy metal song. But she deserved a symphony with violins and shit.
